The Gift
I ask
and I receive.
Over and
over again – You.
Present,
mostly invisible, tender
raw
power, veiled to protect me.
When I
scream and fuss, throwing
my self
into full scale resistance
you do
not roll your eyes – I would know
if you
did. You do not condescend,
give my
head a pat, tell me not to worry.
You
would not disrespect me so.
You are
willing
to wait
for all eternity if I decide
to take
that long. Sometimes I do.
And when
you see
this
time I’ve thrown myself
off the
deep end and forgotten how to swim, you
send an
ally, a quiet angel, one who will
brush up
against me, that nanosecond
of
searing light, burning my sight
back to
solid ground, a river rock
to perch
on so that I open my eyes
and see
the rock is so small, but the
river
not so deep – I can wade
back to
shore where you beam
that
smile at me, whispering “You
are
spectacular”, a kiss in my ear.
And I
receive, oh yes I do.
© 04.01.2011 Gyllian Davies
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Dear Gyllian, What a gift...your poem. You might be interested in Clarissa Pincola Estes new book, Untie the Strong Woman. Guadalupe is very much like the 'spirit' of gift that you have experienced. You always amaze me with the depth of your love and understanding...
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ReplyDeleteThis poem is lovely....You might be interested in Dr. Estes new book, Untie the Strong Woman. Guadalupe reminds me of the 'spirit' of love and care that your poem addresses. You always amaze me....With Love.
Beautiful poem. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteGyllian- this is extraordinary- thank you! Diana C
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